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Tuesday, November 30, 2010

Black Friday has officially passed. I finished most of my Christmas shopping in one fell swoop (thank you Costco). I have a few more things to buy online and so am turning my attention to the annual debate: To Christmas Card or not to Christmas Card? That is the question... Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer the stings and arrows of paper cuts (and searching to update old addresses) or, by going electronic, end them? I am definitely an efficiency buff and electronic is definitely efficient, but I admit that I have a soft spot in my heart for getting an old-fashioned real paper card in the mail.

I was pleasantly surprised with how cute their card designs were... definitely an upgrade from my typical Costco-cheap-photo-card special. People might even start to think that I was kinda craftsy. Hmmm, that could be dangerous. I think my favorite designs thus far are:

The even have super-cute Christmas party invitations that would be oh-so-cute for the oh-so-classy imaginary Christmas party that I am going to host at my house some day... (assuming that I ever get to the point in my life where my house/life are not so messy that I could host a Christmas party).http://www.shutterfly.com/cards-stationery/christmas-invitations Hmmm, maybe someday.

So, I will see if this gimmick works and I get my free cards. If so, then I will have the terrible moral dilemma of figuring out who gets a "real" card and how much work I am willing to go to to hunt down old addresses. :)

Saturday, November 13, 2010

Earlier this week I finally gave up on my feeble attempts to pluck my eyebrows instead of getting them waxed. I guess I used to have a better grip on my personal grooming limitations: I used to joke that if I was asked in a job interview what my weaknesses were I would promptly answer "bowling and eyebrow maintenance." Yes, some of us are just born with bushy or uni-brows and without the inborn coordination to maintain them on our own. My hands, while coordinated enough at fine-motor activities like playing the piano, are pretty much incapable of managing two neatly plucked brows. My right eye isn't a big deal, but my left eye (where I have to reach across my nose to pluck) never ends up looking right. But I didn't think this was actually noticeable to others.

I popped in the beauty salon where I typically would get my brows waxed before I determined that waxing was a silly waste of money that I could easily forgo with a little effort on my part. The lady took me back to the waxing room (which is disturbingly decorated with a picture of mostly-naked Asian lady sitting inside a giant orange --with giant swaths of larger-than-life orange peel covering her in all the necessary places). I laid down and she examined my eyebrows. She immediately pointed to my problematic left eyebrow. She eyed it disapprovingly and said, "What happen dis one?" Embarrassed, I admitted that I had tried plucking it myself. She clicked her tongue at the apparent huge bald spot in my eyebrow and commented, "You no do that. You have problem, come to me; I take care of it."